The parallel dimension between internet and reality
In the process of working with the final video of the semester I had a long and dreadful crisis slowly pulling me down. Slowly and then suddenly, it came to me: both the confusion of fog and the destruction of fire have been images of something else, the entire semester. It was never about evaporated water, and never about warm, licking flames. Fog and fire was about sourcing and deconstructing. The hopelessness of browsing through my experiences as a pathetic attempt to help me start applying new ideas into situations seemed impossible. But it was there all along:
My work has been circling around internet and the real life.
My two parallel lives between the internet and the real world.
The vulnerability of a shell, and hiding from reality through electronic machines, wavelengths, the realness of a cyber persona. Figuring out where I exist, and how much of me exist in this world, and how much of me exist in the world of the internet. And there was the dimension between the two. The parallel.
Something leaking out from the internet into the real world, something becoming, as a reaction to the internet.